However, his touches and sounds, the reactions of his body, make her quite proud of what skill she does possess.
Very proud.
Moon stops, a little breathless, and demurely shifts her position so she is straddling his thighs with her hands on his wrists so she can lightly pin him to the mattress. She leans forward with a dancer's grace, her slip cool against him, and smiles at him. She's almost close enough to kiss him, and if she stretched the full-length of her upper body, she could.
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Date: 2007-04-03 11:19 pm (UTC)However, his touches and sounds, the reactions of his body, make her quite proud of what skill she does possess.
Very proud.
Moon stops, a little breathless, and demurely shifts her position so she is straddling his thighs with her hands on his wrists so she can lightly pin him to the mattress. She leans forward with a dancer's grace, her slip cool against him, and smiles at him. She's almost close enough to kiss him, and if she stretched the full-length of her upper body, she could.
But she doesn't.
She just smiles.